You send bolts through my skin
something I was never to
accomplish with you, when I
saw you it's like my heart sank
to my stomach and I was in
shock my body still my body
heavy felt like when I moved I
was about to fall to my knees
you make me want to get
inside my brain pick you up and
take you out pick you one by
one like a flower because I do
love you and love you not.

This is a poem and not a song.
It was written to tell you that drugs are wrong.
We see people on the streets every day.
Exhaling and inhaling their life away.
This is a poem and not a song.
It was written to tell you that drugs are wrong.
Families destroyed lives lost.
Those who take drugs will pay the cost.
This is a poem and not a song.
It was written to tell you that drugs are wrong.
If you take drugs daily you probably won't see.
What or who they they may cause you to be.
This is reality and not a song.
wrote to tell you that drugs are wrong.

I watched them drag him away
We all watched as they dragged him down the road
I was angry and sad
I couldn’t bear to look upon his bruised face
I remember him too well
He forgave me
I was termed an adulteress
And was brought before him for judgment
But he shunned my accusers
And he gave me a second chance
And now I am helpless to help
I thought they would protest
They all loved him yesterday
But they wanted blood
it was like a free show
I turned away, fell on my face and wept
I watched them flog him
I watched them bruise him
And I prayed
I prayed so fervently
That He would take the life of all of them
All of them who betrayed
All the soldiers that so eagerly whipped and mocked
My heart was bitter and heavy
I only prayed he won't suffer
But he suffered
Suffered from their betrayal
Suffered because they loved him no more
And as they put the crown of thorns on his head
I cried out
I stood there till he breathe his last breath
Watching him
And when he said "forgive them"
That was all I heard but I felt like he saw me
Through all the shouting and chanting
I felt like he saw only me
I felt like he was speaking to me and I turned away
I rent my clothes unbelieving of his love for these people
I felt the earth quake and heard the stories
I wept wondering what would be left of the earth
But somehow I knew he would come back
At first it was just grief
I refused to believe him dead
But then the rumors came
The messiah has risen
I thought it was the wicked that had come to taunt us
But I heard the story from John
About a free ticket to heaven
And I took it without a second thought
He is the reason I sing
So let me celebrate Easter
Let me celebrate love, resurrection and grace

Not too far from here
Lies the dream terrace I hear
The haven of bliss and solace
A glamorous gem of a place
The end of a weary quest
The trophy in fiery contest
Not too far from here
Sits the crown we lived to dare
Purple pride of an intellectual struggle
The green goal of a ceaseless hustle
A place we once asked where
Still seem so far yet so near.
Not too far from here
Stand the Mentors we hold dear
Men who were not shy to believe
Men who fought fear to achieve
The exclusive pass to the hall of fame
for those whose brand is in their name
Your there may differ from mine
I run my route and you run thine
But run we must run and not turn
We sacrifice pleasure and shun fun
Because, not too very far from here
Is a place called there.
Dare to get there.
6:17pm, Friday 5th.April 2013
by C'emeka Mbah
www.poeticpowers.blogspot.com, @emekambah2

A conscious effort
by the constrained
creates nothing.
Devoid of inspiration,
enraged egotists find
fault in selfless pursuit of
glory.
Hampered by the
infancy of others,
jettisoned memories of
ketamine disassociation allow
lies to fester.
Myopic interludes of
nihilistic pleasure
only serve to
profundicate the
questionably sane
revolver in my hands
sublime speech on world peace.
There is no sense left
under the cross.
Violins are broken,
weapons formed while
xylophone keys shatter
Yale’s prestige as king of the
zoo.

Spring time is near when the dawning of sun light beacons upon the horizon and the butterflies roam throughout the sky,
among sun shine rays piercing through tender vibrant flowers
as their journey to blossom began's,
When the days linger into nights transforming the skies into shimmering stars of light, illuminating the golden specks of sand as sprinkling ocean waves crash against its grain,
while ripples of white water recede back into the depths of the sea,
Transcending reflections of the magnificent lights shimmering from the crisp stary sky
AS springs just upon us.

to because im different from the rest they pick or throw shade i think its sick is it because quiet and stay to myself or talk to my friends and no one else does it really make me different from anyone else or just another cycle person that needs help

hey look stop regreting and start worrying fr ua grave i say
lets just worry and forget about guns and plant all roses..
TO ALL THOSE WHO BELIEVE & WHO DON”T
TO ALL THOSE WHO SEE & WHO DON’’T
TO ALL THOSE WHO LISTEN & WHO DON’’T
TO ALL THERE & ALL HERE I HAVE A FEW WORDS TO SAY
LIFE IS A BOOK WHICH is WRITTEN BY ALMIGHTY AS WE ALL KNOW
BUT ALL WE KNOW & ALL WE DON”T IS ALL DIFFERENT
THE SUN RISES EVERYDAY FOR THE LOVE OF EARTH
THE SKY STANDS ALL THERE WITH NO STANDS & NO PILLARS
IT HOLDS A FAMILY OF STARS ALL TOGETHER
HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT WHAT IT IS ALL ABOUT
NOBODY EVER HAS DISCOVERED THE SECRET BEHIND STARS
ALL WE ARE BUSY IN RUNNING INSANE,CRYING FOR THE UNENDING DESIRES
DEFENDING OUR GOOD & BAD
BLAMING OTHERS,HOLDING A GRUDGE
TALKING OF PATRIOTISM,ACTING AS RACISTS
DIFFERENTATING & DISCRAMINATING
BEING PRIEST’S TO WORLD & ACTING AS THUGS AT WHOLE
I LOVE THE WAY I’M ,THE WAY YOU ARE
I DON’T WANT TO BE WHO YOU ARE & HOW YOU ARE
THE SAME I EXPECT FROM YOU ALL.
IT’S INSANE WORRYING ABOUT THINGS WHICH ARE ALL OUT OF OUR CONTROL
THE BEST THING IS TO LIVE AND LET LIVE AS IT IS A BELIEF OF ALL WISE MEN
LIVE GREEN
LOVE ALL
RESPECT & YOU WILL GET IT ALL
ELSE YOU GONNA GET A FALL
THERE’Z NO FUN IN RUNNING ALL ALONE
WALK HOLDING SOME HAND,THE JOURNEY WILL B ALL BETTER
THERE’Z NO GOOD IN BUILDING THE WALLS ALL OVER
BUILD SOME BRIDGES ALL HERE & ALL THERE,AS IT WILL GET YOU NEAR& NEAR.
ITS WHEN THERE WILL BE NO FEAR & TEAR.
#L 4 ALL#HATE 4 NONE#
and that is all i feel beneath my breath.

April
So slow to show
what is happening-
and to care
Ways to speak
ways to live
alone
There are ways to live-
alone
Glimmering moments in green
can be good or mean
Packed in blue
are the two of you
Slow to say
words on edge
you air
What is happening there?
Close to see
you and me
in a time
You and me
all the time
The five are wondering
pondering